Alrright, so I'm officially on the Homestuck Bandwagon... SO I BRING SUPERHEROS!
Summary: John Egbert thought he knew everything about his best bro, Dave. Turns out he really didn't. Now he's got to stop all his friends from being murdered while trying to stop a drug syndicate's operations while not letting anyone be killed, keeping his freindships in tact, and coping with the whole I-am-a-teen-superhero-ness of this whole situation.
***EDIT: It was recently brought to my attention that 2nd person/Choose your own adventure stories are against 's rules/guidelines so this is the edited version rewritten in 1st person. I'm currently working on editing each chapter, but it's going to take some time, so for a while, only part of the story will be written the right way. I apologize for the confusion and messiness and hope you enjoy none the less.***
My name is John Egbert and I'm pretty sure that I'm about to be murdered. No, scratch that, one-hundred percent positive. Yeah, that knife on the table right there—that's going to go right through my stomach and I'm going to bleed and then I'm going to die.
"Do you know why you are here, Egbert?" There he is again. He's the guy that's going to murder me.
I don't really have an answer. I'm just a little bit fixated on that knife. It's a little scary, you know. Knives. Death. Kidnapping. "Egbert." Oh, yeah, I'm being commanded to answer a question.
"Uh, no, uh, n-not not really…" I reply, still keeping a close eye on that knife there.
He picks up the knife and twirls in his hand. "Alright then. You have 60 seconds to tell me everything you know about Dave Strider." I tense up. Dave? Why Dave? What's Dave got to do with this? Does this guy want Dave for something?
"UH." I have nothing. A few things are going through my brain. 1. Dave Strider is my best fucking friend. There was no way in hell I would ever-ever tell some knife wielding sicko anything that could potentially lead Dave Strider into trouble. And 2. I am extremely terrified of this knife wielding sicko.
"30 seconds, Egbert." He holds the knife to my throat with the one arm he had. Oh, yeah, I had almost forgotten that I was going to be murdered. That was going to happen. Huh. That guy only has one arm. Huh.
Suddenly, the guy is pulled back from me; his knife leaving a cute little paper cut sized wound on my neck that stung like a whore in church. I see a guy dressed in a red suit drag Mr. Guy into the back room and I sit there confused as fuck.
I hear some grunting and some yelling and then the red suit guy comes running back into the room yelling "OH SHIT." Over and over. He runs behind my chair and starts untying me. The guy is wearing a dorky mask of Sweet Bro and ultra-crappy wig. So I'm kind of freaking out because I don't know who the crap this guy is and ya'know, I'M supposed to be the hero not the damsel. Well, now that I think about it, I AM kind of the damsel, so I guess I'm not really complaining.
As soon as I'm untied, he grabs my hand and starts pulling me to the exit.
"COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT." I hear from the back doorway. Mr. Guy has blood dripping from his mouth and he's clenching the knife in his hand so tight, it looked like his knuckles are going to split open. Huh, that guy only has one eye, too. Huh.
I'm pulled out the door and I hear loud footsteps following me. I try to think about wind and think about what Rose told you before this whole thing started happening.
Wait, I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. I should probably start from the beginning.
My name is John Egbert and I tried to single-handedly bring down a drug syndicate that was somehow linked to a series of brutal murders that were occurring in my town. I also happen to have super powers.
And there it is folks! Go ahead and tell me what you think.
Also, I'm thinking of making a tumblr for the original and for fanart/comics etc. that I'll do for homestuck, but I'm pretty on the fence about it, so tell me what you think!
Thank you for you patience and support! I love you all!
